3 p's [part V]

clones or drones
stem cells or what sells

these are but weighty debates
of the so-called neo-knowledge populace

fossil fuel is not the answer
although discounted, we begin to piece together
the picture of policy-makers honing their daggers
foot-dragging and arresting the process

how they forgive themselves against the rest of us
reflect resolute in rhetorical emphases
polished, precise + perpetual thoughts

3 p's [part IV]

you're fission so inexplicable
you're season wrought in moments
your cymbals, crash and ride
your congenial formation cements

she pauses to relish
a bright side like galathea scooping abyssal depths

half lives mimicking of loser posers tripping the realm of rock fusion
promises of redemption in the after-life
blowing pan-pipes, busking on streets unlike anything ever
while others markedly mobile
we are tritons trapped and riddled for demolition

how eyes and suckers
walking a carnivorous path pumping fossils these drone societies
are at war

transjordan

when mount hermon sends melting dew
four thousand years spun farms and trades
solomon son of david knew
of transjordan charm in future crusades

how could he have not fallen prey?
lawrence did offer refuse
conflicting agendas would nor dare say
he had been bought as he had been, ..to their abuse

philadelphia as ancient is sung
west before palestine, here romans astray
selling out, letting off so young
pleasing all masters, refugees from the right-way

3 p's [part III]

a body of H2O
just the size of Colorado, or Idaho
in a manner of speaking
mere mention would allure tension
mere attention would invite aggression

how could it be so?
what's the hurry?
just speak for your ego
what's more scary,
the war or the hero?

as we perceive clones
so shall it perceive us
if we notice deformity
our observance shall be the first

troops of inferior deities

why do you starve success and curse wisdom, my lord?
you seem funny admirably so
you lead us, so you are enlightened
as to all pitfalls of those lowly worshippers, we leave them be
but, we still need to know...
surely we have no precedence
but, how is it that we are immortal but still inferior?
we see our emblems glorified
in the eternal flames of temple galleries, ministries, industries that overtake most
far superior and bright
surely we are beyond your wrath
so we wish to seek the secrets to all successes and wisdoms
so as to safely shield and defend them
jewels so sacred
my lord, we are ever-enlightened
your ever-beneficient servants

3 p's [part II]

you're vision of psychedelic peace
you're reason for the kingdom
your symbol so regal, eerily static
your denial deprives her freedom

she ceases to flourish
flapping valves like wings of aquatic garden butterflies

atomic decay of the rare Devonian monoplacophora
catalysts of a phenomenal concussion
time and again treading deserts like dizzying cowboys
while others seemingly sessile
like strange chitons strapped + girdled and left vulnerable

where they must perish
visceral mass like sprawled naked bodies of helpless concubines
linger on

georgia

beneath the blue light of a clear summer sun
a place where they went when i stayed behind
a perfect portrait
true lines are jagged
slowly my eyes
moving smoothly through lies
forms sharpened in my mind a picture of truth, simple and kind

and though you remain true and through within paintings of time
forever remembering lines as it flows
so simply such beauty
flower that belong
to deserts of song

as bones move us expressing
while frozen between the rocks
the skies beneath Taos
will bear our paradox
walled within this mindless chaos

U is F

unsteadfast is fickle
crafty deceiver
double-dealing at the middle this natural backstabber...
her soul mates are shifty and wild, those carnal defiles
filthy and vile, any style, docile
fast mover, scarlet woman
genuflector
earthy
brazen
are fornications E.C.S.?
what conversations do i need to ask?
who's crashin' at your crib tonight?
which dirt is spreading scum and blight?
of all the evil-fashioned contamination
could there be another mucky, greed-plagued vision?
voracious microbes, the civic bugs nibble away in morbid pig pens they call "ivory tower"
like huns on a blot rounder, swingin' hammers till everything founders
humanity corroded, identities washed away
who enabled the auto-eraser?

3 p's [part I]

oil traders in three-piece suits
go with brogue instead
anymore problems "y'maaht hiev wid dat dahlin'?"
...for once, leave that stetson ...huneh!
...for weance, leave that stetson and boots b'haan
thro dat art deco + art nouveau out da window!
"nukila winner" wud sho be a keilla...

we are commanding officers of the Px A
we're lord mayors of these great cities
patriach of the klan
old man of the west...
you factotum lowly vassal!
whateva chief you call 'em
grand seignior, maharaja
maha father, mikado, pharaoh
u do all, we masters now and y'awl crawl when we ball
..play ball!

drift and cave

as unknown as life became after the banishment
resorting to allow particles to blister modesty
we drift for days before running ashore

empires greatest prides shall rise across time
spellbinding the beholder even for a pulse
we cave to retreat as it was time

so we wait his return with that ivory + emerald hinged chest
a picture entwinned in thoughts intangilble
we see our embrace and kisses

a fleeting glimpse of sufferings

when kings decree to enjoin lands
enlightenment besots all but the meek
we device passages to vanish gracefully
and return similarly with not a shadow of doubt

If ever it remained plastic relentlessly
only mahatmas would sense the seeming guidance
we are called upon by the noise of gongs + music
merely for a fleeting glimpse of sufferings
we march to confront destiny
all but the plenipotentiary will do none but submit
in pure happiness + faith

the way we see

o, baby
it's so crazy
but then maybe
we're not ready
to love completely
let's go steady
and not be sorry
when it gets hazy
just stop it all with all our reason
you + me
were meant to be
happy ...and breathin'
it never is heavy
things are things so be it
forsake a baby?
it's not the way we see it

it's okay, but it's too much

it's okay to adapt and change to suit what has been said
but it's too much to be kind to what is present, and what lies ahead
it's okay to face problems with patience and understanding
but it's too much to let go and forgive the lack of character without an unending, vengeful punishment
it's okay to not discuss sensitive issues
but it's too much to be cordial, let alone emotional about outstanding things done
it's okay to recall, find and embrace
but it's too much to simply trust, remember or even ask when most certainly the coming is running
it's okay to endure months, even years of anxious waiting, and as if without fail reward the achievement
but it's too much to record the fact that it has been done in lesser times
it's okay to spend any amount of money, or time on a given object, subject, project
but it's too much to accept if offered at a mere fraction of the cost
it's okay to stay silent for days
but it's too much to always find nice things to say
it's okay to make plans that excludes
but it's too much to share the knowledge of such plans in sincerity

word 2 rib [part I]

no generosity
no attention
no devotion + dedication
no respect or admiration
no trickiness + manipulation
no acceptance
no diplomacy or coordinance
no forgiveness + integration
no courtesy
no surprises + snap judgement
intimidate
indifference
cautiouness + jealousy
nonchalance i see
vexation + heat is but a nasty escape all the while
threats + sarcasm be allowed to scrape
impulse intensify eclipsed by suspicions
withdrawn i bemoan
like you said, "tough shit"

chasm part V

[pri-mul]
yes, within the greatest trenches lay hidden a secret so willfully concealed, so mightily guarded, kept under covers, lock and key...

[topik]
with most tactful devices
and artful contraptions
with most careful reminders
and impromtu liaisons
yes, with greatest of valour
we witness how the gradient dives and yet still it further dives out deep into the vast open, plunging deeper in abysmal truths

and so

chasm part IV [pit]

as i commence yet another journey
another chapter, another learning
as i return amidst waves & sands
between two creations shaking hands
ammend in time's balance

we make pilgrimages to rekindle
we take privileges to belittle
how do we carry on the journey when there is little to nothing left,
to do witherto

chasm part III [depth]

soaring high above the arabian sea
a spider ponders what was and was not meant to be
three friends and a son bade goodbye with patience
one of five days and a pretty one of two years

mothers and sons known forever
a bond to last eternity and heaven and ever

the spider gazes and senses the vibrations
americans + their french caps thrust upon barren wombs

as what is behind may not be unkind
distancing one another shall break and sever

what pledges and promises
however seemingly unfair + unkind
is an unassuming innuendo
and an uninspiring crecendo

as james bond penetrates the far reaches of unknown
what lies beneath may await to be released and blown

for 3 thousand years they lay embedded,
entombed by montains
encapsulated, entangled in a ferrocious twist

may gog and magog be at peace
for the spider's time may not release
as dogs and geckoes war in fancy
we head home and break journey

chasm part II [crack]

strasbourg, regensburg, nurnberg, magdeburg, salzburg
spans across the old hapsburg
where walls have crumbled
and nations have rumbled

the architects of time
the scrouge of non-sovreignity
conventions of insolence
and intentions verily so diffused

divine interventions
and sincere invocations
will might but remind us
these are a test of kind

how we surpass the whims and fantasies
extreme tolerance over-shadowing extremities

the rise of demi-gods before us we see
are nothing but a testament of pure atrocities

when mecca is less than 2,600km away
further or nearer shall neither make us sway not wander astray

even as sworn enemies confer and allies conquer
it is a merely in intentions that we differ

young turks eager to please her
open the doors and lead them to nether

how are we to understand you brother?
when our mother, father + sister are with us no longer

here as i lie in shallow slumber
over lands of their forebearer
we give syukur to the all-seer,
all-hearer, all-knower. amiin

- beneath the blue istanbul sky

chasm part I [opening]

aperture; hollow, cavity - hole!
orifice, slots, splits, cracks
checks and leaks opens up -
unstopping - this is the uncorking
clear the way, throw open
a broaching passageway
gap, gape yawn hiatus
lacuna, gat, space

- interval -

chasm on the gulf
a cleft, fontanel left open
a foramen, fenestra waiting to ascend
the stoma of knowledge
pores of all pores ~ fistula
this is the disclosure

biology technology

sacrifice of instinct or true intentions?
..is death life, or pure devotion?
i revert and incline towards the readers
i am compelled to comply

the rocket cosmic

sputnik the rocket cosmic was amongst us 7 months to the decade
here lies all the waiting, so explain the panic, rush and haste: may it ever fade?
you wander off in your restful state to somewhere desolate

the king of clubs has the queen of spades
so swift the changes become and much gagged in resonance
just insecure and miserly razor blades
endlessly the words and deeds intense
involuntarily sent to orbit with disregard to consequence

bow! you boys of up-river
yell what it is you deliver
then calmly just like a wilting bloom - disappear

dharana

old satan's whisper beguiles
deeper sink the daggers of ageless sin on transient septic fractures
vain rebirth scavengers imbued in pallid dreams

word 2 rib [part II]

while u seek to redress 4 what is bent
how unassuming is one's presumption 4 convictions 2 follow, not lead
then let them holler - take no heed
their needs temptations superceed
cast all doubts - retreat
commit and dance 2 the beat!